I wasn't feeling like doing too much. There wasn't any real need to dress up or impress anyone, so I thought I might as well just wear pajamas. I had a number of things that could pass as pajamas, but I thought my newfound frog onesie looked the cutest. I don't know if I would've chosen this one as a female or if it was my new body and new perspective. Something about this transformation definitely did mess around with my brain, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. It placed me in an in-between state of mind and gave me a new perspective on who I thought I was.
This new body was somewhere in between a male and a female's. It was technically a male body, yet I felt very feminine still. My mind sort of accepted this new body as a mystery gender-wise. I thought, at that point, maybe I'm agender. None of my memories had been altered by the transformation, but I felt that in this altered reality that I had struggled with my sexuality and gender for a long time. This green frog onesie, it kind of captured this feeling of struggle and eventual conclusiveness. I was a nonbinary femboy, at least for a day. The frog onesie was my way of telling myself this.
My panties were dripping with cum, so I changed in to some ill-fitting boxers and slipped on my onesie. The pajamas felt somewhat loose around my arms and torso, but the snuggly fabric hugged my curvaceous ass and thighs tightly. This made my penis bulge ever so slightly visible through the lime green fabric. I loved how it looked on me. I felt like myself, even though I wasn't really "myself." I was also ready for a day of relaxation as a cute, shy, cuddly femboy.
Now, to relax...